Chapter 11

 

Heels beating an even tempo on the shiny wet pavements, Crystal held her head high as she made her way down the High Street. Her hair was damp and clinging in thin tendrils around her face. Her mouth was set in a tight line and her eyes looked straight ahead.

Usually, a particularly attractive window display might have made her pause. If it was that enticing, she might have made a swift detour into the store itself. But today her mind was occupied with other things. Her flesh was burning with anticipation. She was going to meet Michael.

The last time they had seen each other, she had refused him sex. With all the allure of some old-time femme fatale, she had trailed her hands over his body, garnished his lips with the hottest kisses possible, and whispered wickedly and huskily into his ear.

She had aroused him with her words of seduction and teased him to erectness with her lips and fingers. Then she had left him high and dry.

He had sat open-mouthed as he watched her go and she had enjoyed his disappointment, enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her.

I am in control, she told herself. Michael will do anything I want him to do, and that includes divorcing his unexciting wife.

It hadn’t occurred to her that she had been spiting herself until she got home.

Suddenly, the soft silk of her panties had been too tantalising against her tingling crotch. Aroused and without Michael, she had crept up behind Thomas who was in his study, working on his computer.

‘Thomas, darling,’ she purred, and ran her hands over his shoulders. ‘Have you missed me, sweetie?’

Her husband’s muscles had tensed beneath her touch.

For one single moment, she had suddenly been regretful that she no longer loved him. In that moment of feeling his body, she had once again desired him.

‘No.’ It was as abrupt as that. ‘No.’ He hit her hands from his shoulders. ‘I’ve got too much work to do, Crys. You’ll have to find something - or someone else to amuse you.’

‘Well you certainly don’t! There’s not an ounce of excitement in you! Besides that, sex with you is like using Yellow Pages as a bedtime read!’

‘That’s probably because I have no more desire for you than I have for taking my summer holiday in the middle of a traffic island in Milton Keynes.’

She had stormed out of his study, her fingernails digging into the palms of her clenched fists as she tried to contain her fury.

Imagine! Needing to have sex with Thomas! Her own husband!

Her face coloured at the thought of him. How dare he treat her like that? How dare he tell her that he no longer desired her? Well she’d show him! She’d show him!

But of course, she would not. Her body was on fire and, as much as she might imagine that Michael fucking her would infuriate her husband, of course, it would not. Thomas would not be there; not physically. He was purely in her mind and it was there that she castigated him.

When she got to the town-centre hotel where Michael had asked her to wait for him, she made her way to the bar rather than sit around awkwardly in reception.

After hanging her wet mac up on a handy coat hook, she made her way to the bar and a high stool with a raffia top.

She was vaguely aware of one other man sat on another bar stool.

‘Crystal! I didn’t know you were a lunchtime drinker.’ She recognised the voice even before she saw him. Her blood ran cold, but she managed to force a smile.

‘Jamie!’ she laughed nervously. ‘What a surprise. I didn’t know you were a lunchtime drinker either.’

Red in the face already, he nodded. ‘Touché,’ he drawled, his head continuing to nod. Like one of those stupid dogs that sit in the rear windows of Ford Cortinas, thought Crystal. ‘Touché,’ he repeated again, and pushed his glass towards the barman. ‘Same again, and one for my mend here.’

Crystal tried to balance her facial expression between nervous smiles and downright dismay. She made a quick decision to toss the ball back in his court.

‘A liquid lunch I take it.’ She glanced expressively at the tot of whisky.

Jamie laughed and shook his head. ‘No. No. Well... not really. An appointment I had was cancelled and I knew Mariana wouldn’t be home yet.’ His voice was thick.

Four whiskies at least, thought Crystal.

‘Don’t you like to go home when you know she isn’t there?’

‘Oh, no,’ he said with ill-disguised bluster. ‘It’s not that. It’s just that she likes me to arrive at certain times. On the dot, too. No excuses for being late or early with my darling wife, I’m afraid.’ The barman pushed his refilled glass towards him. ‘Will you have a drink with me, Crystal?’

She had to say yes, though it grieved her. She had been hoping that Michael would already be here with her vodka awaiting her. Her visions of having sex all afternoon in a hotel bedroom flew away. Michael would see Jamie without Jamie seeing him. And he would retreat.

Crystal was as sure of that as any woman indulging in a long-running affair could be.

As yet, Michael had not done the decent thing. The decent thing by Crystal’s estimation was telling Josie about her. So he would play safe, turn round, and walk straight back to his office.

‘Another?’ Jamie asked after she had knocked back the first and the second.

Crystal glanced at her watch. Too late. It was too late. Was it her imagination or had she felt a draft from an open door, and had she just as quickly felt it a second time as the arrival had turned into a departure?

‘Another,’ she said.

There were others after that. Because disappointment made her feel empty inside, Crystal drank each drink Jamie bought for her. She noticed an extra sparkle in his eyes as time went on. She knew that look, knew what it meant, knew what he wanted. Jamie, her husband’s friend, Michael’s friend, was looking at her with lust. Suddenly all the anger she felt towards Michael began to boil up inside her.

Thomas had refused her advances, and Michael had left her stranded with Jamie.

But Jamie was looking at her as if he could eat her whole. Well let him eat her whole. What did she care if it was his cock inside her rather than the man she loved or the one she was married to?

Smiling provocatively, she leaned forward so that her cleavage was visible beyond the dark maroon of her blouse. She reached out and, with red-painted fingernails she stroked Jamie’s cheek.

‘Thanks for all the drinks, Jamie darling.’ She sighed and slid from her stool. He did the same. They stood side by side, too close for comfort some would say. Close enough to smell him, to feel the heat of his flesh permeate the fabric of his suit.

Crystal adjusted her body, thrust her hip out slightly and turned her body so that it brushed against his crotch ‘I feel like going to bed now, darling.’

‘To sleep?’ he asked slowly.

She shook her head as she ran her hand down over his chest. ‘Would you let me sleep if you were in bed with me?’ Jamie swallowed nervously. His lower lip hung open. His mouth looked pink and wet like too little paint mixed with too much water.

‘Oh no! No. Of course I wouldn’t.’

She took the pre-booked room key from her handbag and swung it in front of his face. ‘Then let’s go to my room. I sometimes rent one to rest in when I’m shopping in town. Besides, the manager is a friend of mine.’

Explanations meant nothing to Jamie. She could see it in his face and his eyes as they skimmed down over her breasts and lingered there before continuing downwards.

There was indecision in his eyes for a moment, so she grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him gently towards the lift.

She held his hand.

‘Looks like we could both do with a lie down, Jamie darling.’

Like a big, soft, limp teddy bear, he let her lead him along the carpeted corridor to the room she had been hoping to share with Michael.

Michael, she thought to herself, and wanted to hit him, scratch his face, bite his penis, even to kill him. He had let her down. He should have been here having sex in their pre-booked room, but he had seen Jamie and ran.

I’ll kill him, she seethed, but instead she smiled at the dissolute face of the man walking beside her.

‘I can take my drink,’ he was saying. ‘Don’t think that I can’t. Don’t take advantage of me if you’re thinking that.’

‘I won’t,’ she replied.

What the hell’s he on about?, she thought to herself. Take advantage of him! It sounds as though he wants me to take advantage of him.

She let go of his wrist as she slid the pass card into the door lock of the room. The signal went green, so she turned the handle and opened the door.

Blue and beige was the predominant colour scheme of the room and the furniture was the sort of contemporary stuff that merely hints at being a bed, a dressing table, or a chest of drawers, rather than having any specific style.

Jamie’s eyes seemed to glaze over as Crystal pressed her breasts against him and groped for his balls. He saw surprise in her face as she discovered no erection. By now, Michael or Thomas would have been stiff as broom handles.

‘I think you could do with the laying on of hands, Jamie darling,’ she cooed once she had thought about it. ‘On your bare flesh, I mean.’

What she meant was that touching his bare flesh might result in a stiffer reaction. But she couldn’t come right out and say it. Men only want to hear praise for their equipment and the way they use it, not criticism.

But Crystal knew how to treat men alright. As her tongue swept wetly along her bottom lip, she undid his zip and got his penis out from his trousers. It remained limp in her hand.

‘What the hell...? Are you ill, Jamie?’

She had assumed that this man’s erection would be much the same as her husband’s or her lover’s. Surprised and a tad disappointed, she stepped back from him. There was disappointment in her eyes and anger coloured her cheeks. Michael, Thomas and the drink she had consumed, combined to make her lash out. First she slapped one cheek, then the other.

‘Damn you!’ she cried. ‘Damn all you bloody men! Damn you all!’

Her hair flew wildly about her head as she beat his chest with her fists until she was almost sobbing, tears of anger stinging her eyes.

Jamie stood impassively. He did not flinch. His eyes had closed and he was groaning slightly.

Crystal stopped hitting him. She caught her breath, and stepped back.

Jamie was still moaning, his eyes still closed, his head tilted back. He appeared to be in a state of near ecstasy. ‘So who or what shook your rattle?’ she asked softly. Her eyes fell to his penis.

‘Well I’ll be... Jamie!’

It was hard to close her mouth, so she stood there, her eyes glued to his penis which was now hot, red and firm as need be.

‘Jamie,’ she said again and licked her lips.

‘Yes, mistress,’ he said weakly. Behind his closed eyelids this was not Crystal but Mariana, his wife, the woman who understood his needs.

Because of drink he did not care that his secret was now shared with someone else besides his wife.

Eyes wide and jaw slack, Crystal stared until her jaw ached and her eyes had to blink.

‘So that’s it,’ she breathed, surprise giving way to wonder. ‘That’s it. You like being treated rough. You like being dominated! Is that it, Jamie? Is that it?’

He mewed slightly and his penis quivered. Crystal, being wary of losing this erection, and also intrigued to think Jamie was turned on by her beating his chest, caught hold of the pulsating appendage and gripped it tightly. With Michael, she would have caressed his penis, taken it into her mouth, kissed and sucked its essence into her.

Not Jamie, she told herself. Not Jamie. What next? she wondered.

Her grasp of the situation was better than she realised. The words seemed to come easily to her tongue.

‘Have you been a naughty boy, Jamie?’ she asked in a strong, surly voice she thought suitable for a dominant woman.

She saw Jamie’s throat move before he answered. ‘Yes, mistress,’ he replied.

Now what? Crystal asked herself, and rubbed at her head. God, if only she hadn’t had so much to drink. ‘Right,’ she said resolutely. ‘Right.’ She transferred her rubbing to the nape of her neck as she carefully considered where this conversation should go next.

As a cruel smile crept over her lips, she reached between Jamie’s legs and into his trousers. He half opened his eyes as his mouth fell open. Using her fingers like sharp talons, she dug them into his balls.

The response was dramatic.

He yelped like a kicked dog and, as he did so, she thought of how Thomas had rebuffed her advances and how Michael took her for granted. This was not Thomas, and it wasn’t Michael. But it was a man and it was a man she needed to torture.

Her nails dug more cruelly. Vicious intent showed in her eyes as a sneer came to her lips.

‘Like all men, Jamie, you are nothing,’ she growled. ‘You are a cur, a piece of something on my shoe. Do you understand that?’

‘Yes, mistress,’ Jamie whimpered as his penis grew and reddened.

‘Good,’ she growled again, and squeezed his balls that much more fiercely. Tears appeared from beneath his eyelids. ‘I’m going to treat you so cruelly you’ll ache all over,’ Crystal went on. ‘And you are going to do everything I ask of you. Do you understand that?’

‘Yes, mistress.’

Was that a whimper of pain she was hearing, or was it a groan of rapture?

It didn’t matter. Crystal was enjoying this.

She sat herself down in a chair and licked her red lips.

She did everything very slowly, very deliberately. Her stockings lisped lightly against each other as she crossed her legs so that her skirt rode high up her thighs.

Jamie kept his gaze firmly fixed on the floor. He was trembling slightly - waiting, she guessed, for the next order, the next chance to be submissive and endure whatever torment she chose to inflict on him.

Crystal, who was beginning to enjoy this excursion into the role of dominatrix, adopted a cold, precise voice that she could hardly recognise as her own.

‘Right,’ she said. ‘Now we will begin. First, I want you to take all your clothes off. You will remove each article one by one, fold it carefully and lay it on the chest there. The one next to the television. I want no untidiness. No scruffy pile. Everything must be done very neatly. Is that understood?’

‘Yes, mistress.’ Jamie trembled. He was pink with excitement and snorting slightly with the effort of controlling the extraordinary sensations that arose in him at moments like these.

Because she had said those key words, ‘neat’ and ‘scruffy’, he suddenly felt as if he were nothing but a worthless blob of untidiness.

His fingers felt as if they had turned to sausages; big fat ones that flopped in the wrong direction no matter what his brain told him to do. But he managed. First, he took off his shoes.

‘Socks first,’ exclaimed Crystal and began to laugh. But a laugh had no place in this scenario.

She turned it into an angry snarl instead. ‘For goodness sake make sure you take your socks off first! There’s nothing worse than a naked man left with only his socks on!’

It wasn’t easy to disguise the laugh, but it had to be done, Crystal was sensitive enough to know that Jamie required her to be deeply serious and highly domineering at all times.

Mariana’s husband was caught in a spell of his own making, and that spell must not be broken.

Blood thundered against his temples as his imagination soared. Such was the power of what he perceived she might do to him, that he could imagine his climax even before it had actually occurred.

He followed her instructions to the letter until everything was piled on top of the chest of drawers with the exception of his shoes and socks. The shoes sat beneath the dressing table. Each sock was carefully folded and placed in the confines of its relevant shoe.

So there he was, this mountain of a man, all powerful muscles and soft, sandy hair.

As Jamie stood waiting for her next instruction, arms hanging limply at his side, his penis pulsated to a strict beat.

He glanced briefly at Crystal. She was smiling but, although her smile was cruel, it wasn’t that which caused him to blink nervously.

‘Beg your pardon, mistress, but the curtains are still open.’

Crystal glared.

Jamie bowed his head.

‘And you want them closed? Is that what you are telling me? That you want no one to see me punish your naked body? Is that what you are saying?’

He mumbled a subdued assent.

Crystal’s reaction was instant. Like a bolt of lightening, she stretched out and smacked at his cock.

‘It’s for me to make that decision, not you. Speak when you are spoken to in future. Don’t you know the correct way for a slave to behave? All decisions are mine, and my decision is that the curtains remain open. Is that clear?’

‘Yes mistress.’

Crystal felt suddenly warm. Her breasts were heaving and her need for sex was fast returning. Could it be, she asked herself, that I am really enjoying this?

She decided she was. Now, she thought to herself, it’s up to you to devise some outrageous treatment for this man, so be imaginative.

‘First,’ she began, ‘I will remove what clothes I care to.

Of course, I will not disrobe completely. That would not be right. After all, I am the mistress. What I leave on is like a uniform, an insignia that proclaims my status. As I take off each item, I want you to fold it and pile it on the chest of drawers. But first, you will remove your pile of rags and place it with your shoes beneath the dressing table. Is that clear?’

‘Yes, mistress.’

‘Good.’

Slowly, Crystal peeled off her sharply tailored navy business suit.

Jamie watched her. He did not blink, did not speak, did not move.

All the same, she knew she was having an effect on him. His penis throbbed and grew larger with each item of clothing she discarded.

Once she had finished, she eyed Jamie in a way that told him she wanted everything done very carefully, and very precisely.

He bent to his task, and she watched him as he carefully folded her jacket, her skirt, and her blouse. His hands were trembling and, although he did not appear to be glancing in her direction, she knew he was perfectly aware of how delicious she looked.

Her underwear was red satin with panels of red lace set into the sides of her panties and over her stomach. Scallops of red lace hid little of her breasts and allowed her nipples to show.

Because she was wearing black silk stockings, she was also wearing a satin and lace suspender belt. Its colour accentuated the neatness of her tiny waist and the flaring voluptuousness of her hips. Satin suspenders ran from the belt to the tops of her stockings. Her shoes were black and had three-inch heels.

Crystal stood straight and tall, hands on hips as she tilted her head and tossed her long, dark hair.

Now, how brutal can I be? she asked herself, then made an immediate decision. In a flash, she had created a scenario that would please Jamie’s predisposition to his own brand of sexual satisfaction and also purge the frustration she herself was feeling.

‘Lie face down on the floor,’ she ordered. Jamie obeyed without a murmur.

Amazing, Crystal thought to herself. I would never have dreamed of treating a man so despicably as this before.

Thinking of men made her think of Michael. She pouted suddenly. Perhaps I should have done this before, she thought to herself.

She walked around the supine form, whose hands were either side of his head. She took pleasure from seeing him blink nervously as he wondered what she would do to him.

Crystal surprised herself with the pleasure she felt in just running the toe of her shoe up his leg, his calf and his thigh.

Silently, she walked round him twice before standing at his feet, from where she could study the muscles of his legs, the rise of his buttocks, and the broad sweep of his back.

Her eyes kept returning to those buttocks. She saw them clench apprehensively. She instantly knew what she could say that would arouse him.

‘Open your legs,’ she ordered, and kicked at his feet with the toe of her shoe.

Jamie obeyed.

‘Wider!’

Jamie opened his legs that much more. Crystal could now see the softness of his scrotum lying in a soft mound against the carpet.

Despite having never fancied Jamie before, something inside ignited a new passion in her loins. Suddenly she wanted to pleasure this man. Suddenly, she wanted him to pleasure her. She shuddered with desire. If she wasn’t careful she could become quite unhinged by what she was feeling. But then, if she suddenly grabbed the man and straddled him, she knew he would flee.

Softly, softly, she told herself. She took a deep breath and prepared to continue their game.

In this instance she thought, I have to be cruel to be kind. How amusing.

‘A little wider,’ she ordered again but in a more subdued voice than before.

As he parted his legs, she walked up between them until she could reach out with her toe and deftly poke it into the softness of his flesh.

His whole body seemed to tremble as her foot made contact with his scrotum. He did not protest. He made no noise at all. But he did tremble and his buttocks clenched and became as hard as iron.

Even through the suede leather of her shoes, she could feel the heat of his flesh, and she could not help but be aroused by it.

‘Do you like what I am doing to you?’ she asked.

‘Yes, mistress,’ replied Jamie.

‘Then why are you clenching your behind like that? Relax as I want you to relax. Let whatever I do to you be pleasurable. Even if you are not feeling pleasure, remember that I am feeling it and be glad that I am.’

‘Yes, mistress.

Crystal’s eyes were shining brightly. Her tongue flicked over her glossy red lips as though she were licking at this man’s body rather than torturing him with the toe of her shoe. It might have been strange before this had happened to think of torturing a man rather than pleasing him. But, of course, to Jamie torture was pleasure.

Once she finally removed her toe, the silky flesh of his scrotum fell once more to the carpet.

There was something in that happening which made her suddenly think of Mariana. Just think of the many ways she degrades him in the privacy of their own home, she said to herself.

It wasn’t as difficult to imagine as might be supposed.

Mariana was a cool blonde who was always in control of herself. She oozed confidence.

Crystal smiled as she imagined her friend’s trim, six-foot figure striding through the weekend bar at the country club, her tight, tan flesh glowing with health as she smiled her brilliant smile and surveyed everyone around her as if she were queen Boadicea herself, about to have them all pulling her chariot.

Now she could understand why she came across like that. In her own home Mariana was not only queen, she was also Commander in Chief and mistress of all she surveyed. Jamie was merely a chattel, in much the same way as the BMW she drove.

To Crystal the situation was no longer just intriguing, it had become a challenge. No matter who the man and what the situation she had to be the best; the best suck, the best fuck, the best lay. In this field, the field of corporal punishment and domination of a man, Mariana had stolen a march on her. Crystal did not like that.

Slowly, with purposeful strides, she walked up past Jamie’s head and, turning her back on him, she pulled the sash and looked out of the window.

‘Lick my bottom,’ she said over her shoulder. She heard him getting up from the carpet. ‘Yes, mistress. May I touch you?’

It was a question she had not been prepared for. She arched her eyebrows, and then she smiled.

‘Yes,’ she said, her voice ripe with desire. ‘Caress my legs from the ankles up. Travel slowly until your lips meet what I have told you to lick.’

His hands were warm around her ankles, though his grip was strangely weak. But her ploy was working. She sensed a trembling in his touch as he began to raise himself. As his hands ran up over her calves, her knees and then her thighs, they trembled.

By the time they reached her hips, they were gripping her more tightly.

She heard him sigh.

Through narrowed eyes she viewed the rooftops and the busy roads that were spread out before her. Her own breathing was becoming affected by the frenzy of sensations left in the trail of his touch and his mouth.

This situation was becoming very pleasurable indeed. ‘Do you like touching me, Jamie?’ she breathed, her breasts rising and falling more quickly as delicious responses ran over her flesh.

‘Yes,’ he murmured between kisses. Even his lips had started to tremble.

‘Then you will like licking me,’ she said, and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out. This was such an alien experience, yet such a tantalising one.

As the heat and moistness of his tongue seeped through the thin fabric of her knickers, she threw back her head, half closed her eyes and smiled triumphantly. She had judged Mariana correctly. Jamie’s wife never allowed him to touch her. He was completely subservient to his wife’s demands. She did everything to him, he was not allowed to do anything to her.

Discerning and devious as she was, Crystal had spiced up Jamie’s perverted pleasure by allowing him to caress her tanned skin.

Being in control was the most powerful aphrodisiac Crystal knew. But so was tasting the more perverse practices of sexual arousal.

And next? she said to herself. What shall I ask him to do next? What will give me the greatest pleasure?

She smiled and purred like a kitten as the answer came to her.

‘Take down my knickers,’ she said to him, altering her stance.

His sharp intake of breath told her all she needed to know about how she was affecting him. Even without looking round and studying his face, she knew a light film of sweat would be breaking out all over his body. He would be trembling, his muscles tensing as he raised his hands and bent his fingers, pausing, licking his lips before he dared feel the cool satin of her underwear. The knowledge excited her. Her flesh was on fire, her knees were shaking. She could no longer stop small moans of delight escaping from her throat

But no matter how much she was enjoying this, she still had to appear to be in control.

‘Get on with it!’ she snapped.

A tingle ran through her body as the heat of his hands seeped through the lace panels at the side of her knickers. She sucked in her breath.

‘That’s it,’ she growled in a low, menacing purr. ‘That’s it! Go on.’

His trembling increased. His fingers crept beneath the elastic of her waistband. The heat of his breath caressed her exposed buttocks. His palms rasped gently against her thighs as he slid them higher.

‘Only pull them as far as my knees,’ she ordered. Trembling, Jamie did exactly that. The garment of red satin and lace stopped around her knees. It stretched as she opened her legs slightly and gripped her hips more firmly.

‘Now,’ she ordered, a new strength in her voice and excitement coursing through her veins, ‘lick my behind.’ The command alone caused Crystal to tighten her stomach muscles. Between her legs she could feel a ticklish moving sensation as fluid seeped from her vagina and through the soft flesh of her sex.

Jamie groaned before his tongue deftly flicked over one buttock. Pain was in that groan, a sweet, gnawing pain that Crystal thought must reflect the severe engorgement of his penis.

Crystal closed her eyes and held back the murmur of pleasure that was sitting so impatiently on her tongue. Intuition told her that showing any sign of enjoyment would put an end to Jamie’s erection. And she wanted that erection. She was determined to have that erection!

In order to keep exclamations to a minimum, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips. It was as though she were locking it all inside.

The warmth of Jamie’s tongue aroused her flesh and left tingles in its wake. Her muscles tensed slightly as he licked over one firm orb and then the other. It was sweet indeed to be in control of a man. She liked it. She liked it very much indeed.

Especially delightful were the reactions radiating from just beneath her buttocks at those points where they joined her thighs. Her own hand went to her breasts. Slowly, she pulled each breast from its cup so it sat constrained and perched upright on the supports of her bra.

She smiled as she surveyed the windows of apartment blocks, offices and hotels in the city around her. Could they see her? Were they able to enjoy the sight of her bare bosoms and the look of ecstasy on her face?

She sucked in her breath through puckered lips as she fingered her nipples and traced the outline of her breasts. What a shame if no one could see all this beauty, all this sexual arousal.

But what other people might see or might want was of no real consequence. Her desire was rising and rising fast. Crystal wanted more of this sex, more of this perversion. Much more.

Another delightful thought came to her mind. It made her smile to herself. It also stimulated the excitement she was feeling. Passion grew from a quivering flame into a raging fire.

‘Lick between the cheeks of my bottom,’ she said, and then could not believe she had said it. Would Jamie really do it? Had Mariana trained him so well that he would obey without question?

Her mouth fell open and she threw back her head as Jamie’s fingers eased between her buttocks and prised them apart. This was really going to happen! One half of her could not believe it. The other half was dizzy with desire and with power.

Jamie’s tongue ran down the cleft between her cheeks and over the puckered opening of her behind. It was hard not to react to his licking, but again, she knew she must not do that. She knew she must appear apart from him; as though she were enjoying it on a different level to him.

Enough, she said to herself, only she did not tell herself this in a quiet way. The words screamed in her head. Even though Jamie had not touched her sex, the very fact that he was obeying her made that secret part of her tingle with a need for an orgasm.

She was wet and her body was ready to join with his but would he?

No, she decided. He would not.

‘Enough!’ she shouted, and turned round.

Jamie fell back upon his hands, his knees bent beneath him.

Crystal looked at him and eyed his penis. She did her best not to stare, not to linger. It was huge. Inwardly she groaned. What a beauty to have in her. She imagined how it would feel to have her muscles close tightly around Jamie’s penis as its moist tip nudged against the neck of her womb.

It was a disappointment to her that this would be unacceptable to this man. Yet she had to have him do something.

She gathered up every ounce of self-control she could muster.

‘Well, don’t lie there doing nothing! Lick me. Bring me off!’

Jamie’s penis lunged forward and appeared to grow before her eyes.

Amazing, Crystal thought to herself. Act nasty, sound like a right cow, and Jamie’s penis looks fit to burst. What an odd one this is.

Thinking contradictory thoughts helped keep her pleasure from her face. She adopted the hardest expression she could. Looking down her nose through half closed eyes, she saw Jamie’s head moving towards her.

Gently, as though she were made of porcelain or fragile glass, he placed his palms on her hips and folded his fingers around her thighs.

Crystal tilted her hips towards his mouth. A strangled murmur of joy lay trapped in her throat as Jamie’s tongue licked over her pubic hair so that it lay flat upon her flesh.

She was undulating against his face, her body fit to burst with all the most beautiful, most sexual sensations in the world.

Soon, the very tip of his tongue was probing the opening that ran between her legs. Like the flame of a flickering candle, it flitted on and around her clitoris and tasted the salty wetness of her labia.

The first tremulous threads of orgasm began to seep through Crystal’s flesh and, as they did so, she thought of hose who had denied her their bodies.

Damn you, Thomas! Damn you Michael! Her damnation of her erstwhile lovers was not vocalised. Her own power over herself and over Jamie was strong enough to keep it inside her.

But her passion was aroused. She could not help showing some sign that she was enjoying what Jamie was doing.

Slowly, she began to rock her hips backwards and forwards.

‘That’s it!’ she exclaimed. ‘That’s it! Keep licking me, damn you! Keep licking me! Give me pleasure. Give me all you’ve got!’

She heard him whimper and knew what he wanted.

As her climax began to rise, she slid her foot forwards and rested her toe against his stem so it stood upright.

Toe tapping against his penis matched the tempo of her hips as she elicited the ultimate of delights from her own flesh.

‘Don’t stop!’ she cried out. ‘Keep going till I tell you to stop.’

He did as he was told. Even after the last hushed breath of her orgasm had subsided to almost nothing, his tongue did not leave her. Muffled moans came more rapidly as his whole body trembled and his cock spasmed against her foot. She felt it jerk, felt it stiffen, then gasped in outrage as a warm stream of semen cascaded over her shoe and her instep.

Her outrage did not last for long. Thomas, Michael - and the way they had rebuffed her - came racing back to her mind. It was Jamie she ordered to lick every drop of his own semen from her shoe and her foot. But in her mind the face of her husband and that of her lover were interchanged with frequent rapidity.

Unbeknown to him, Jamie was the symbol of all men and him licking his own secretions off her shoe was a symbol of her revenge.